Chen Yang approached the door of the small room as cautiously as he had the first time he came here to eat, listening intently to the conversation inside.
"Yang Caiyun, I know your little eatery makes money, otherwise why would I have my eye on it? Just give it to me straight, are you going to transfer the ownership or not? If not, I'll make sure this crappy place can't continue to operate!"
"Oh my, Boss Xiao, aren't you practically taking my life? My whole family relies on this little restaurant to make a living. How could I transfer it? If I did, wouldn't I starve to death?"
"Humph, you're full of nonsense. This place makes at least seventy to eighty thousand a day. You've made money for so long, who would believe you have no savings?"
"And what's more, I'm not taking your restaurant for free, I'm offering eight hundred thousand for it. Tomorrow, it'll be mine!"
Chen Yang leaned in closer to hear a rough male voice negotiating with Yang Caiyun.
